After cancer, the holidays aren’t just a season—they’re a threshold. A place where time slows, meaning deepens, and joy becomes an act of reclamation. In this reflection, I share how boundaries, memory-making, and imperfect rituals helped me rediscover the magic of the holidays—not in spite of what I’ve endured, but because of it. If you’re navigating this season after illness, may these words offer warmth, permission, and a quiet kind of hope.